The Moon and St. Christopher - Mary Black
I was young I spoke like a child
I saw with a child's eyes
And an open door was to a girl
Like the stars are to the sky
It's funny how the world lives up to
All your expectations
With adventures for the stout of heart
And the lure of the open spaces
There's two lanes running down this road
And whichever side you're on
Accounts for where you want to go
Or what you're running from
Back when darkness overtook me
On a blind man's curve
I relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon
And St Christopher
Now I've paid my dues 'cause I have owed them
But I've paid a price sometimes
For being such a stubborn woman
In such stubborn times
I have run from the arms of lovers
I have run from the eyes of friends
I have run from the hands of kindness
I have run just because I can
But now I've grown and I speak like a woman
And I see with a woman's eyes
And an open door is to me now
Like the saddest of goodbyes
When it's too late for turning back
And I pray for the heart and the nerve
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon
And St Christopher
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon
And St Christopher to be my guide
